Noe
Change my priorities
The desert was, of course, one of the less habitable regions of Caido, and given that, Noe was unsurprised to hear Colt’s assessment. A thorough catalogue of the flora and fauna here would be invaluable, though the scope of such a project would be challenging. How would one know when they were finished, if no one knew how much existed in the first place? ”Fair,” she said, sidestepping a particularly bright, suspicious-looking flower. ”I wonder if anyone here would be interested in that kind of project? It would be super helpful to start keeping track of what we find.” Not her area of expertise, of course, but someone, somewhere would likely jump at that kind of project.
For now, though, Noe paused as a strange call sounded from the jungle, marking the spot on the map as best she could determine it and labeling it appropriately. ”Do we know anything about how much space it needs?” Noe asked, wondering if she should mark a rough circle around this spot. ”I wonder if the Celestine caretaker could help with some of this stuff, at least in giving us information.”
Continuing on, Noe listened as Colt agreed with her assessment, and felt no small amount of pride for having grasped their situation. ”Maybe we could relocate some of the animals or plants that we displace,” she suggested. ”As far as that’s possible, anyway. I know some things will inevitably be removed or killed off, but we should try and save what we can. Who knows, it may benefit us in the long run.” After all, wasn’t there some fable about a lion and a mouse that showed the benefits of helping everything, no matter what?
For now, though, Noe paused as a strange call sounded from the jungle, marking the spot on the map as best she could determine it and labeling it appropriately. ”Do we know anything about how much space it needs?” Noe asked, wondering if she should mark a rough circle around this spot. ”I wonder if the Celestine caretaker could help with some of this stuff, at least in giving us information.”
Continuing on, Noe listened as Colt agreed with her assessment, and felt no small amount of pride for having grasped their situation. ”Maybe we could relocate some of the animals or plants that we displace,” she suggested. ”As far as that’s possible, anyway. I know some things will inevitably be removed or killed off, but we should try and save what we can. Who knows, it may benefit us in the long run.” After all, wasn’t there some fable about a lion and a mouse that showed the benefits of helping everything, no matter what?
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
